Before I got into keto, after a session of Saturday morning ultimate, we go to the local Irish pub.
Now, firstly let me set the scene - this is far from a fine-dining establishment. We go there because its a five minute walk from our fields. The ultimate group have been going there for lunch on Saturdays for 3 years or so, originally getting discount food/drinks though this dried up recently due to a change of ownership. Some staff are friendly, even giving us Christmas gifts one year. Some are less friendly and signifcantly less competent.
My theory is that you will never truly understand the parma until you have eaten a wide range. You must experience the worst before you experience the best.
The best thing about this Pub is that I swear, each weekend their parma (we get the mini parma which is cheaper and have so far not managed to figure out the difference between the "mini" and the "regular" - pretty sure they are the same thing).
Changes from week to week include but are not limited to:
*different size, shape, brand of chips
*different sized parma/chicken - I've been served one that almost took up half the plate and one that was half the size of that.
*wide range in amount of ham
*wide range in amount of sauce
and so far the best scenario we had was "10 parmas?", "No, we only ordered 8!" "ah fuck, well you've got two for free now."
Dear diary. Best. Day. Ever.
We used to get a mini parma with chips and salad plus a soft drink for $10. Great value.
Now we pay like $13-14 and we were so used to the $10 deal that we consider this a rip off.
Moral of the story - find your local spot for a parma, find your best recommendations for a parma... experience all of it. Parma is not about the destination, it's about the journey... but also its about the destination.